A Hatchet, A Hammer, A Bucket of Nails
Chorus - Yeah, they done fucked up, cuz a playa's on the scene. If you wanna
cross the ground, time for the beat down. Paul with the 45, shoot em in his
fuckin' guts. I wanna blow trigga man back to yesterday.
cross the ground, time for the beat down. Paul with the 45, shoot em in his
fuckin' guts. I wanna blow trigga man back to yesterday.
Chunksong
*just lots of spelling errors.
Too old to bother
too young to care
standing all alone
lost in my mind somewhere
so many unknown questions
i've got to take another step
on this sole adventure
why is it i can't see
what i need to be
i wish i had some ideas
about my destiny
i don't know what it is i'm looking for
i can't find it anywhere
i never felt like this before
i got no ideas what is i try to find
i've got a strange feeling
i'm lost in my own mind
why is it i can't see
what i need to be
i wish i had some ideas
about my destiny
too old to bother
too young to care
(a bunch o' times)